All good points and ideas guys.
I never thought about using up drafts to get higher. ( should have ) Little bird was way to tired to stay higher without constant help.
This was on 7-27-1971. Tyler TX to Tulsa, OK. I was 28 years old, had 771 hours total time to date, started my first for pay flinging on 3-29-1971 with 360 total hours on that date. A&P, Pvt, Commercial, instrument, multi-engine. ( Before night/tail wheel & other stuff was separated out. Plus no fancy electronics/radios at that time.) Full commercial ticket required an Inst. rating for all except AG flying back then.
There was more wrong with the aircraft but that was about comfort & noise but did not effect flight characteristics. (tires wore plum out, etc…)
Local mechanic wanted to red X it but I had a ferry permit and was also an A&P. Boss said I could take a bus back after delivering the replacement aircraft I was taking to Tyler.
I opted for a circling test flight over the airport with 7756E, she was sure tired but the WX was ok right then so I turned North for Tulsa.
Wx changed as I was struggling to get on top. OP has that part. I was sure I was still South of the main ( The Kiamichi Mountains are a mountain range in southeastern Oklahoma. A subrange within the larger Ouachita Mountains that extend from Oklahoma to western Arkansas )
I had never done more that a 1 turn spin in a 150 or anything much more that 1.5 turns in anything at that time. Also, I had no idea if it could do it for a long ways. I had no idea how low the base was or how much time or room I would have at ground level. I was also worried about getting too fast. I could slow fly and with a ground speed of 45 MPH or less, I might have a better chance. How to go straight and not make turns and be able to fight the vertigo I figured I would get? A friend had shown me a lot about the stand by compass that I did not know and I might could use that as an AH/DG combo device.
I turned to 240 degrees ( nice big mark on the compass ) to go towards lower/flatter ground and away from the mountains, less trees and as good a guess as I had for WX without heading stright into the Thunder Storm lines. Full 40 degrees of flap, ( I still think Cessna manual flaps are the best thing, saved my butt and allowed me to do many things but I digress. ) Slowed to some stupid indicated airspeed that had me nibbling at the stall where I just gently kept it doing that, Fixated on the compass so as to NAIL the heading with just rudder no matter what and had not pegged the gimbal card ring. I went into the soup about 4800 feet I think.
It was taking more rudder input than I expected to hold that heading but nibbling at the stall was going good but I was worrying about vertigo so I was really not looking away from that compass. “Don’t think , just concentrate” I keep telling myself. ( I never did get vertigo bad nuff to worry me, a little when I was holdin the rudder hard over to maintain heading at times. More brain fault than ear fault I think in retrospect. )
A few lifetimes later I broke out about 400 feet AGL ( was really getting worried by what I could catch of the altimeter ) it was medium rain which I had been in all the way down after the first 500 feet or so.
“I just sat there for a few minutes.”
Now what to do? I wanted to go home, ‘bad thinking but …’ low clouds in all direction and about a mile visibility in every direction, so with map in hand I turned back to about 40 degrees and went hunting.
I had had just enough pipeline patrol trainng that I was sort comfortable way down low and had some practice with sharply maneuvering a 150 quickly without the ground smiting me. Full on ground reference is quite a bit ( quite) different flying than is done at normal flight altitudes and you guys know. One finger on the old sectional and there I went.
Big electric transmission line comes up. Now I know right where I was. I knew that line as I had used it more than once and the visibility was getting better, light rain and a higher ceiling. I got on the East side and headed noth along it. Not 10 minutes later, a Money zipped South on the other side of the line doing just what I was doing going the other way.
Things got better & better and soon I was past McAlister, OK and in dry broken conditions with at least 1500 AGL bases. & 10 mile Vis.
I survived some bad judgement, learned some things about flying & myself that in later years would again save my ass in one way or the other. Stories for another time.
I quit flying for pay in 1998 with 10,300 hrs +/-. ( injury & other stuff that made getting a medical out of my reach )
58 different airplanes with 54 different type certificates.
Old, not bold. Good nuff for me. I am truly thankful for the old/bold and average pilots that taught me so much through all those years, many are gone now and their knowledge is being lost.
Sadly, most younger pilots do not care about learning some of that stuff & I get more & more unforgiving with the repeat offenders who are killed and who kill those with them, when the answer was within reach all the way up to seconds from hitting the ground HARD. They had no plan in their pocket & did not want to learn IMO.
I am lucky that I made it through with all the wrong things I did … But I was constantly learning and experimenting and always had a plan, never tried to fly above my ability. Looked scary to many but good sense, knowledge, training & experience make a tremendous difference.
Thanks to:
Wayne
Roul
Hurley
Terry
Dad
Mom
Older sister with more ratings than I had
Jerry B ( taught me how to fly pipe ) ( PLP pilots climb to clear fences. )
Lefty, who had 50,000+ hours of pipeline time = all the other flying he had done ( 7000+ when I died of old age.)
Earnest Gann ‘author’
Bob Johnson ‘author’
And many more.
And from people on the SDMB I continue to learn new-to-me things and get my blood pumping with the bad information or no clue about actually flying a work airplane that is not perfect. ( While I was flying bank checks at night, for extra money, I could keep my job if the only excuse to not go was Moderate ice reported by arriving airliners or a tornado actually on the field. Other than those two, we went. It was scary to figure weight, you just had to know what you could make that particular aircraft do. Some could make them do more than others so routes, pilots & $$ were moved around to compensate. Maybe some of those stories later )